Оригинален текст
Stone me, and may you always have no shoes,
and i would rather just for you
be the devil make you mine
And she, i know you say you hardly sleep
i make you cold i make you weak
i'll be the son of everything you hate
And come the day i'll be the king,
the king of all and everything
your saint is coming thru',
you know he's gonna feed on you
I've been walking with no shoes,
keep your mountain picnic blues,
today i'm babtising you
Stone me, and may you always have no shoes
and i would rather just for you,
be in a taxi driving miles from here